I don't ask for your pity, but just your understanding - no, not even that -no. Just for your recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.

No, truth is something desperate, an' she's got it. Believe me, it's something desperate, an' she's got it.

All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.

Glass breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are.

The human animal is a beast that dies but the fact that he’s dying don’t give him pity for others.

A vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.

I can find almost anything funny, thank God, so you search for the black, lacy slip that encases the corpse. You know, shift the angle. God may take away, but he often leaves you with a terrific opening line for the next adventure. I would suggest taking it. Move on; change the angle; look at it in a different way tomorrow.